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Housemate

House, is the four wall. But home.. Is two eyes, and a heartbeat.

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Lying down here in the dark, twenty minutes to midnight. I remember back in the day I first moved here, to the house that changed my mind and the way I see.. Life.

Six months, and I feel like know her for decades. The soul, the vibe, and the click we share, is nothing to compare with what I've experienced before. I never thought it would be this mind-blowing to met her, moved in, and then leave in the blink of an eye.

"Came all of a sudden, and then leave.. All of a sudden" she said, while sipping her ice tea, in our last dinner together as a housemate.

I have packed my stuff (half-heartedly), so tomorrow I move out to the other house.

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Moving on.. Has been a great part of twenties life. We moved on from college life, to early-adult life. Leaving all the memories and the people we've known for years behind. And love life? Sure.. Many people happened to left their loved ones and ends up separatedly. That's normal, for the show must go on. You  can't stay the same while expecting huge change.

Things are totally different now, with when I first came here. I remember how housemate and I share the same story of not having anyone special in our life. Sitting on the floor, talking and laughing about how pathetic (?) And fun at the same time by having no man around.

We spent days and nights, working. We take extra jobs, and work it out till midnight to early morning office schedule, and weekend coffee shop for another extra job.

Then we share the wish. Of her, wanting a total stranger to spent the rest of her life, and I want someone I can be friend with. We didn't know, at that time, an angel came down to earth, and grant her.. Everything that she wished for.

She always want to have a house in this neighbourhood. She wants to get married. She wants to be a wife of somebody-she never knew before.

He came as a whole gift of her waiting. I saw how they first met and talk as two-future lover. I saw the process and its going so fast. 6 months, and its not the same. Six months, and she's engaged to the one she dreamt of.

How can I not be happy about this? (Even I can't hold the tears while writing this part). I see.. Magic. I see the real love story is about to begin. And I see how it came so fast, unexpected, and.. Calming.

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This house, is where I first start pursuing minimalism. And this house makes me believe in miracle. It happens. All the time.

I learn how to cook, how to tidy, and how to share the roof with somebody. And six months feels like yesterday, when I look back, and there still plenty of things we've planned but didn't take. You know.. Time is a huge mystery. It can be short, and long, for the relativity theory can applied.

Time.. Is the answer for everything. Every wishes, every desires, every dreams, stored in one package of Time.

It's about time that you'll find someone to love. It's about time that you'll graduate and get a job. It's about time that you will.. Die.

It doesn't matter where it end.. But in the midst of waiting for the time.. Patience, effort, and sincere heart, is what matter. These are the change you never knew. Your mother's wish you never understand. All of a sudden, you are.. Different.

Don't be afraid of change, because in the end.. Everything will be alright.

As one of my friend have said.. Things will always get better. Always.

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I'm gonna miss the time I spent in this house. The cockroach-screaming of housemate and I. The unimportant talks about how we never get things done. The coincidence of similar act we took separatedly. The same thought we share without talking. And the similar vibes and frequency that we mutually receive.

All these, make me believe.. That you can't close your page to just some old friends you knew for years. New friends can have deeper connection with you, if you let it. Time doesn't measure connectivity.

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Now is fifteen minutes after midnight. New year is only twenty four hours away.

I pray to whoever is holding on a dream, may your wish can come true, within the silence pray you whispered.

Everyone fight their own battle, but one thing to be sure, let the people who care carry it with you. You don't have to face it alone. Sharing is a sweetest things human can give. We all need to be loved, and someone to love. Things are changing. And it changes for good.

As long as you have a friend to walk with, everything will be alright.

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Dedicated to my six months housemate, from where I learn to be less selfish, and start sharing.

You will be great one day, sis.. Especially with him beside you.

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